Perhaps I don't know enough about Cuba or Castro to realize that this book is not good. If the author's ability to accurately portray life in Cuba during the early 1950's is limited, as I suspect, it is somewhat mitigated by his passages about baseball, which I very much enjoyed. I also liked his depiction of the younger Billy Bryan, the main character in the book. He's a baseball player clearly at the end of the line, but still burning with indignation that he never "got his shot" in the big leagues. I never felt sorry for him, but rather I was anticipating the moment when he would realize that life has more to offer than a starting catching job with the Washington Senators. Perhaps that is what kept me reading more than anything, because we all know what happened with Castro...